Thursday, December 31, 2015

Books Read 2015

Poems Dead and Undead - ed Tony Barnstone and Michelle Mitchell

A really excellent collection of poetry, many poets I’d
never heard of, many quite contemporary, but a restrained and mature range of
every possible pre-modern contributor, too.

A sample:

From IN THE PINES

Vertical spindles
of shadow, the black

Firs & violet
pines surround

This open meadow
broken

Only by a pond

Illuminated like an
old Bible

With flakes of gold
leaf; & beside

The pond, a
hunter’s decrepit shack

I’ve claimed, its
split planks

Chinked with
plaster & old rags.Just

Today, I’ve spent

The morning poking
out a bird’s nest

Lodged in the
crooked brick chimney

Pointing up

Through the roof
like a single

Broken finger . . .
Here, the only

Accusing voices are
those

Of the branches
snapping & smoking

In the stove, of
the gray squirrels chasing

The one albino out
of their trees

To, I imagine,

Some ghetto of oak
or maple

Reserved for him;
& look, his tail

Is as erect as a
white feather

Pen, a plume dipped
into its tiny, snowy

Inkwell, the spine
of the tail quivering

As the fronds of
hair

Are blown by a
rising breeze.

David St. John

The Case for Christ – Lee Strobel

This was a very readable and interesting look at Biblical
and theological “facts.”It was
certainly thought-provoking and an interesting approach, though I would be
interested in reading a more recent edition.

The Far Side of the World – Patrick
O’Brian

I failed to read a Patrick O’Brian novel last year, so I’m
in deficit.Of all the books in this
series that I have read so far, this was the most disappointing.Something was not quite right about the first
two-thirds—the pacing seemed much too slow and there were no twisty, turny
narratives as in Treason’s Harbour.The last third really picked up, with
some of the most startling imagery of the books so far (and that’s saying
something).However, the abrupt ending,
the complete alteration from the film (that’s not the book’s fault, but the
film feels by and large superior), and little annoying tics like Jack realizing
at last that he’s fat and Stephen falling for his “type” yet again, not to
mention the rather strange missed opportunities for some of the characters, made
me feel this was definitely a low point.

Kraken – China Miéville

The first book chosen for our ill-fated book club.I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it was
definitely not what this book ended up being.Parts of it were creative and interesting and much of it was genuinely
suspenseful and an interesting adventure.I just thought much of it was ponderous and overwritten and
derivative.Billy Harrow was a washout
as a hero, and Saira the Londonmancer was paper-thin on characterization.The villains were far more visceral and real,
and aside from Dane and, at times, Collingswood, the goodies were somewhat
vaporous, overpowered.To be fair,
though, some of the images stayed with me, making me think Miéville is probably
a better poet.

I really enjoyed this and learned a lot, though I thought
there was going to be more information on Roman Africa.It was much easier to read than An Imperial Possession, but took much
the same stance and was far from romantic about the Romans.You could feel Jones’ antipathy for the Catholic
Church surging under the surface though he let the deeds speak for themselves
in a much more measured way than Eduardo Galleano.I would be interested to know what the scholarly
response was to the book.

Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens

My yearly dose of Dickens.“Dickens’s feelings are involved on both sides, and it is this
vertiginous doubleness of sympathy, with the violent and the victimized, that
informs the many great passages and chapters of what is at once a flawed and a
magnificent, startling novel”—from the introduction by Philip Horne.

In some ways I suppose I was faintly disappointed—it was
rougher round the edges than the more mature works like Bleak Houseand Little Dorrit—but
it fairly seethed with strongly-felt social critique in a much more urgent way
than anyone growing up on a diet of Christmas
Carol would imagine possible.For
example, early in the novel, Oliver goes with the undertaker to a poor person’s
house who has just died.The husband
refuses to let the undertaker have a look at her, while the mother-in-law acts
crazy, somewhat reminiscent of later characters in North and South.“I say she
starved to death.I never knew how bad
she was, till the fever came upon her, and then her bones were starting through
the skin. There was neither fire nor candle; she died in the dark—in the
dark.She couldn’t even see her
children’s faces, though we heard her gasping out their names.I begged for her in the streets, and they
sent me to prison.When I came back, she
was dying; and all the blood in my heart has dried up, for they starved her to
death!”

Where I sought to understand Nancy and Sikes’ relationship,
I found I could not; the Artful Dodger got written out as if the author was too
fond to see him meted out justice; I found a surprising strain of social conservatism
à la Emma in that Oliver was actually
of good, aristocratic stock to begin with and this at least as much as his good
character ensured his ascendance.That
isn’t to say I didn’t find it shocking, moving, amusing, or entertaining.

“Dogs are not generally apt to revenge injuries inflicted
upon them by their masters, but Mr Sikes’ dog, having faults of temper in
common with his owner, and labouring perhaps, at this moment, under a powerful
sense of injury, made no more ado but at once fixed his teeth in one of his
half-boots, and, having given it a good hearty shake, retired, growling, under
a form; whereby just escaping the pewter measure which Mr Sikes levelled at its
head.

‘You would, would you?’ said Sikes, seizing the poker in one
hand and deliberately opening with the other a large clasp-knife, which he drew
from his pocket.‘Come here, you born
devil!Come here!D’ye hear?’

“The dog no doubt heard, because Mr Sikes spoke to it in the
very harshest key of a very harsh voice; but appearing to entertain some
unaccountable objection to having his throat cut, he remained where he was, and
growled more fiercely than before, at the same time grasping the poker between
his teeth and biting at it like a wild beast.”

To write characters like that at twenty-five demands
respect.

That Awkward Age – Roger McGough

Some truly weird poems, but most of them middle-of-the-road,
not quite as good as Wendy Cope but quite pleasant to read.

Tender is the Night – F. Scott
Fitzgerald

The second book chosen for the book club.This was both what I was expecting and not
what I was expecting.He was certainly a
writer who was building up portraits of his characters brushstroke by brushstroke
in a jittery, impressionistic style which made them still enigmatic but not in
an unpleasant or unconvincing way, I found.Dr Diver as a character made a very strong impression on me.Rosemary Hoyt was a bit disappointing as a character,
and Nicole was the most ephemeral of all.Still, I thought it was a much more interesting picture of expats than
Mavis Gallant’s stories.

The Great Pianists from Mozart to the
Present – Harold C. Schonberg

This was very entertaining and made me wish I could understand
music more so I could explain why I’m partial to Glenn Gould.I wish it had been more up-to-date than 1987
(and didn’t so much bear the unmistakable traces of sexism), but it was quite
an impressive achievement in terms of making so much information readable.

Lucky Jim – Kingsley Amis

The third book club book, and the one I chose.I was unsure if I would like this as I had
always gotten the impression Amis was the kind of person I would dislike and
his books were meant to be quite sexist.There are certainly traces of sexism in Lucky Jim (particularly in the character of Margaret) but it is
striking how far things seem to have come since Tender Is the Night.In any
case, I thought this book was absolutely hysterical, giving vent to the
feelings we all have for annoying people who wield power over us.I didn’t want it to end, and was quite
surprised at the happy ending.I’ll
certainly give his other books a chance.

Half of a Yellow Sun – Chimanda
Ngozi Adiche

This was a very well-written book; I introduced me to
cultures and historical events about which I was totally ignorant.The characters were very skilfully written,
and I couldn’t help getting caught up in their lives.It made me very depressed and tense while I
read it, much like Wild Swans when I
read that.I was disappointed that
Richard, the only white character, seemed to be good for nothing other than to
be a plot catalyst—unless I misread the whole thing.I would definitely read more of Adiche’s
work; I’m a little jealous of her talent.

The Country Girls – Edna O’Brien

I read In the Forest nine
years ago, and now that I think about it, I didn’t like it very much.Nevertheless, for something different, I gave
this a try.It was a quick, easy read,
the humor and pathos organized along the thread of dread:would the young heroine get deflowered by the
suave, much older Mr Gentleman, and was he a pervert or was he truly in love
with her?I felt a bit disappointed by
the ending, but O’Brien had a very confident voice, and it’s easy to see why
this straightforward book, with its implied criticism of convent school, Irish
patriarchy, and the options open to lower class women, would have distressed
the status quo.

Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit – Jeannette
Winterson

The fourth book club read.Despite the extreme pretensions of the author, this was a fast read,
very funny and quite an interesting unconventional novel(la).I felt it fell a bit apart at the end, but
the characterizations of Elsie, Miss Jewesbury, and Mother were very good—I think
if I were teaching I would include this as required reading on voice.

The French and Indian War:Deciding the Fate of North America – Walter
R. Borneman

To any casual student of history, I would have no problem recommending
this as a compact, well-paced overview of the French and Indian War,
opinionated but concise, lively but almost terse.It told me very little I hadn’t already read
in the longer histories (except I got a lot more detail on the war in the Caribbean
and Pontiac’s War).The omission of
Washington’s culpability at Little Meadows was bizarre, especially as the book
kept pointing out “here goes Gates, Gage, Clinton, Howe, etc” (though the elder
Howe’s death was poignant—I’ve never encountered anyone who had the courage to
suggest the younger Howe’s performance was predicated on his and his brother’s
sympathy to the Americans rather than incompetence, lethargy, lechery,
etc).I will definitely look at Borneman’s
book on the War of 1812.It’s a nice
book to have on the shelf for references.

Fred Harvey Houses of the Southwest –
Richard Meltzer

Great pictorial history work—good starting point and
definitely worth having on the shelf.

The Ninjas – Jane Yeh

This was slightly disappointing.Too many ekphrastic poems that, to me, had
nothing new to say.The style was this
combination of absurd opposites that didn’t gel for me when coupled with the
almost deadpan voice you could never trust to be genuine.Not my cup of tea.

Black Snow – Mikhail Bulgakov

“There is a certain sort of young man who must have seen
about Moscow.They hang around editorial
offices on publication day, but they are not writers; they are at every theatre
for the dress rehearsals, although they are not actors; they go to art
exhibitions, but they do not paint.They
refer to operatic prima donnas by their first names, as they do to many other
public figures whom they have never so much as met.At premiers at the Bolshoi, pushing their way
between the seventh and eighth rows they wave to someone in the dress circle;
at the Metropole they are to be found sitting at little tables right by the
fountain and the multi-coloured bulbs light up their wide-bottomed trousers”
(36).

Wow, the more I read Bulgakov, the more I adore him!This novel was hysterical, and spoke so much
to the writer’s life I would combine it with Russell T Davies’ A Writer’s Tale to teach a class about
reflexive writing.It was short and
sweet, and what a wicked ending!What a
cutting dismissal of Method Acting, too.I’m convinced I need to read the entire oeuvre now.

Scars Upon My Heart:Women’s Poetry and Verse of the First World
War

A real range of quality—though Vera Brittain was
represented, most poets were not of her calibre.Nevertheless, some interesting readings.

Good to Go:A Guide to Preparing for the End of Life – Jo
Myers

A disaster of a book.Beautifully edited and packaged, written as though a down-homey schizophrenic
was at the typewriter.A few nuggets of
helpful tips, but mostly “Google this” and stories and anecdotes that led
nowhere or were inappropriate.

Norwegian Wood – Haruki Murakami

The fifth book for book club.I really can’t say I understand the
hype.There is certainly a mastery of
voice that sucks you in, particularly at the beginning, and I guess if you like
Naturalistic novels where there isn’t (or doesn’t seem to be) foreshadowing,
parallel structure, pathetic fallacy, or standard plot devices (apparently there’s
symbolism in this book, but I didn’t know what it was), you probably get more
out of it than I did.I felt the characterizations
of the tragic female leads was crass and exploitative.The sex was such that many a fan fiction
writer has written (and with more justification, I might add).I was left thinking, what was the point?I don’t know that the translation was a good
one, either.

Lost City Radio – Daniel Alarcón

“The phone collapsed distances, just as the radio did, and
like the radio, it relied on the miracle of imagination” (152).

It was hard for me to get over the lack of specificity—an unidentifiable
Latin American country—for obvious reasons.The almost cinematic, almost speed-of-thought transitions between scenes
was also a bit difficult to reconcile at first.However, the narrative payoff was quite enjoyable, especially after the
experience of Murukami, and it was interesting and engaging.It certainly understood how radio works.One of the few books I can remember that
meandered in the middle but pulled it all together in the end.Also especially good with suspense and
chronology.

Collected Poems – Chinua Achebe

I preferred his later poems; they were a bit less abstract
and more original.

The Peasant Prince:Thaddeus Kosciuszko and the Age of Revolution
– A. Storczynski

A great subject for a book, and Storczynski brings together
so much that I didn’t know about Poland, making it instantly accessible.He bent over backwards to make Gates seem
blameless, though from the evidence of the way they treated Black people, Kosciuszko
and Gates were light years ahead of Jefferson and Washington, though it pains
me to say it.The Polish battles for
freedom were incredibly exciting, and I really ached for Kosciuszko when he got
to the end of his life without having found true love or having led Poland to a
victory over its oppressors.An occasional
typo or inaccuracy was put into sharp relief because the rest of the book was
really quite good.

Kosciuszko was an impressive human being. He was born into a
highly stratified society.The
Kosciuszkos were part of the top 10% of Polish society, the szlachta, but above them was the top 1%,
such as the Czartoryskis, the Potockis, and the Radziwills.After his father’s death, Kosciuszko’s
mother, Tekla Ratomska, ran the homestead, managing the estate.When he was 18, Kosciuszko learned that
Prince Czartoryski was looking for recruits to the Royal Knight school.The prince arranged for a scholarship to send
Kosciuszko to the academy in Warsaw.Once there, Kosciuszko was so eager to start his studies he had the
night watchman tug on a string tied to his wrist with the other end in the
hallway, waking him up at 3 am.He
learned about fort construction, topography, practical geometry, trigonometry,
drawing, and engineering. “When fighting broke out Kosciuszko had the difficult
choice of joining Pulaski’s confederates, who wanted to overthrow the king and
drive out the Russians, or supporting his patrons, the monarch and the
Czartoryski family, who favoured a gradual strategy of shaking off Russian
domination”—he and his friend Captain Joseph Orlowski chose to go abroad
instead! (12).

Lord Sosnowski hired Kosciuszko as a tutor to his daughters
Catherine and Louise, but Kosciuszko fell in love with Louise.Louise was his intellectual equal; he was
lecturing the sisters on the theories of Quesnay, they told him they had been
the first to translate his work into Polish.After the disastrous end to their affair, Kosciuszko went abroad again,
searching for a place to use his talents, believing that Pulaski was already in
America (he was hiding in France; there was a price on his head).

Much later, after Kosciuszko’s valuable contribution to the
American Revolution, the freedom fighter turned to his own besieged nation,
particularly the rights of the serfs.“By
mentioning the Jews in the same context as the peasants, Kosciusko made it clear
that he would stand up for the two largest disenfranchised groups in Polish
society” (136).Later, Kosciuszko was “secretly
lobbying the Vatican to help Poland.He
made friends in Vatican hierarchy and nearly became head of the Pope’s army,
but conservative cardinals viewed his participation in the American Revolution
as too radical” (177).

After having been defeated and imprisoned by Catherine the
Great, Kosciuszko had his second trip to the US, where he was fêted and
appreciated, yet he was “frustrated that France was fighting with the
democratic United States rather than Poland’s tyrannous enemies” (231).

Heartbreakingly, Kosciuszko ended his life in exile and
penury, and his exploits were not recognized for a long time.The sable that Thomas Jefferson wore in his
famous portrait by Rembrandt Peale was a gift from Kosciuszko who got it from
Czar Paul.When he died, K’s heart was
placed in a bronze urn to be returned to his country only when Poland was free
– it took until WWI for this to happen.“When
news of his death in exile spread through Europe, funeral masses were held in
Catholic, Lutheran, and Calvinist churches.Jewish synagogues and Muslim mosques also held services where
worshippers prayed for Kosciuszko’s soul” (278).Sadly, by the 1850s, “none of the money that Kosciuszko
had set aside to free and educate [American] slaves [entrusted to Jefferson]
went for its intended purpose” (282).He
was certainly a man ahead of his time.

Funny Poems – ed. Wendy Cope

A witty and accessible collection.

Hiroshima – John Hershey

I agree with the statement on the cover:everyone who can read should read this
book.It presents as objective a
viewpoint as it’s possible to get without losing sensitivity to the humanity of
the six hibakusha it profiles.I learned
a lot and was both sad and inspired to read the further life stories of these
people in the last chapter.

In Evil Hour – Gabriel Garcia
Márquez

I liked some of the collected short stories better, though
there were many character crossovers.

Leaf Storm – Gabriel Garcia
Márquez

As experiment in form that was very successful although I’m
not sure I completely understood it.

Country Girl – Edna O’Brien

I really enjoyed this, despite the conviction in places that
O’Brien is really weird.She’s a
brilliant, poetic writer, and it’s hard not to empathize with her as a human
being.The ellipses, the hinted at
absences remain just that, and enigmatic—her relationship with her father and
her brother and her latter years of relationship with her mother—the lives of
her sons after the divorce.I thought
the name-dropping got to be a little much—or else I misunderstood its purpose. But definitely, a good book for another writer
to read.

The Dead Sea Poems – Simon
Armitage

Very good wordsmith, crafting each line to count, but a bit
too ambiguous for my personal taste.

Connemara Blues – John O’Donohue

It’s difficult to explain what was lacking here; perhaps a
sharp sense of sameness, a liturgical rhythm, that willed some good (not great)
images and perhaps the annoying stanza similarity?It was a disappointing collection, but I’m
not sure what I would have advised the author to change.

The First Muslim:The Story of Muhammad – Lesley Hazelton

This was an accessible biography that looked mainly to the
early chronicles of Muhammad’s life, composed largely of first-hand accounts,
but it is also sometimes sceptical of later clerical flourishes or
misinterpretations.It is respectful and
tries to understand Muhammad as a real-life person.As Hazelton says, his life was in fact very
well-documented (far more so than is Christ’s or Shakespeare’s!) so it’s
reasonable to build up this kind of picture of him.

Gentlemen of the Road – Michael
Chabon

I don’t see why the author felt the need to apologize for
this book; it was delightful from beginning to end and wonderfully illustrated
narrative unity.The characters were
excellent, the vocabulary staggering, and it was much in the vein of an arch,
modernist Sabatini or a more fanciful On
the Road to Samarkand.I don’t
think, though, that I’m much encouraged to read his other books given the way
he’s dismissed this one.How much fun it
would be adapt for radio!!

Lords of the Storm – David A.
McIntee

Vintage Doctor Who Missing
Adventure stuff.An
Indian-caste-inspired world; while from a white guy’s perspective, it seemed to
chime all right.The Doctor wasn’t
protesting against the inequality of the caste system; he was more worried
about the planet Ragni getting caught in the Sontaran/Rutan crossfire.Featuring a strong female lead and a particularly
well-written Turlough.

Toast – Nigel Slater

I really liked the BBC Radio 4 adaptation of Eating for England, and when I couldn’t
find that on the shelves of the library, I got this instead.I wasn’t prepared for all the sex, but in
other ways this was surreally like Adrian Mole for real—obviously set two
decades earlier and with a descriptive emphasis on food that rivals M.F.K.Fisher’s.

“At Christmas the windows would light up with clementines in
coloured foil, biscuits in tins with stagecoaches on the lids, fresh
pineapples, whole peaches in tins, trifle sponges and packets of silver balls
and sugared almonds.Mother would buy
wooden caskets of Turkish delight and crystallised figs, sugared plums and jars
of cherries in brandy” (24).

Where Fisher was coy about the personal, Slater is almost
uncomfortably, blisteringly honest in his disappointment with his mother, his
dislike of his father, and his irration with his stepmother.He hasn’t got a lot of time to be sympathetic
with any of them—after all, I suppose it was his childhood and it appears he
reckons they scarred him for life!

“Since my mother had gone, my father’s evening meals had
been an almost steady stream of toasted cheese and Cadbury’s Mini-Rolls.He had his pipe, of course, but I wasn’t sure
if that constituted a meal or not. . . . Every meal was seasoned with
guilt.His.Mine.‘You might at least do the plates.’He said it just once.From then
on I washed up after every meal, standing on a stool to reach into the deep
steel sink” (110).

Nevertheless, as memoirs go, this is extremely well-written.Despite the schadenfreude, I didn’t want it
to end.

The Haunting of Hill House – Shirley
Jackson

“It started again, as though it had been listening, waiting
to hear their voices and what they said, to identify them, to know how well
prepared they were against it, waiting to hear if they were afraid.So suddenly that Eleanor leaped back against
the bed and Theodora gasped and cried out, the iron crash came against their
door, and both of them lifted their eyes in horror, because the hammering was
against the upper edge of the door, higher than either of them could reach,
higher than Luke or the doctor would reach, and the sickening, degrading cold
came in waves from whatever was outside the door” (130).

This was very well-written, very well-crafted, an unsettling
ghost story.I can’t help but think it
was inspired by an episode of I Love aMystery.Nevertheless, it gave me
the heebie-jeebies, and I couldn’t help but marvel at its potency and narrative
eloquence.I wished in some places it
was less obvious where Eleanor was going insane and more ambiguous as to what
role the house was playing, but I really really enjoyed reading this.

Printer’s Devil Court – Susan
Hill

Unfortunately, reading Susan Hill is a series of diminishing
returns.This was a badly edited book
with superfluous illustrations.When the
ghost finally showed up, things got to be entertaining and perfect reading for
early October, but most of the (very short) book felt derivative.

Poe:Nineteen New Tales Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe – ed. Ellen Datlow

Very strangely, I thought all the weakest stories were at
the beginning and slowly we got to the really good stuff toward the end.I think the authors showed tribute to Poe’s
more obscure works just as well or even better than the famous ones.I appreciated most of them, though I guess
the ones that stayed with me the longest were “Kirikh’quru Krokundor” by Lucius
Shepard, “The Red Piano” by Delia Sherman, “The Mountain House” by Sharyn
McCrumb, “Lowland Sea” by Suzy McKee Charnas, “The Brink of Eternity” by
Barbara Rodin, and “Flitting Away” by Kristine Kathryn Rusch.Note these are mostly female authors.

The Haunted Dolls’ House and Other
Ghost Stories – MR James

Compulsively page-turning, though having read them all it’s
easier to see that they are definitely full of recognizable motifs from the
same pen.Despite all that, they are
quite addictive.My two favorites were
probably “A Residence at Whitminster” and “A View from a Hill,” both of them
deceptively prosaically-named.

Black Poppies:Britain’s Black Community and the Great War –
Stephen Borne

A really excellent book—I learned so much.Bourne is self-educated and not an academic,
but he is able to tell stories that need telling and have been neglected for
too long.

Olivier – Philip Ziegler

I saw this book when it was published last year in paperback
and was immediately desirous of reading it, but I’m afraid it wasn’t until it
became more affordable in paperback that I was able to read it.It was an enjoyable and well-researched biography—I
quite like reading biographies of twentieth-century actors.Despite the fact Ziegler found many
similarities between Olivier and Earl Mountbatten, I found many similarities
between the young Orson Welles and the young Olivier (as hinted in the play Orson’s Shadow which I saw earlier this
year).I was fascinated with Olivier
when I first saw Richard III many
years ago, but now I am convinced I must see his other films, even if they are
inevitably a pale shadow of his theatrical genius.

Unsurprising to have two excellent writers on the case,
though I have to say I didn’t like it quite as much as Waid/Samnee.The story is actually freakily close to Serial, which makes it very entertaining
indeed. The idea that Matt Murdock can hear a convict’s confession on tape and
be able to hear if he’s lying is very appealing.

I could have done without the Spider-Man/Doc Ock interlude
(just isn’t my bag) but even that was well-written and kind of amusing.So nicely drawn, too.I love the exchange in Issue 22 about how the
blind deal with cash.

MATT:Yes, it’s a pain that American paper currency
is of a uniform size regardless of denomination.. . . But my most helpful tip:surrender to the 21st century and
use a debit card as much as possible.It’s always good to have a little cash in your pocket, but the debit
card is the blind man’s best friend.

Another enjoyable Waid/Samnee outing, although a bit
far-fetched.(DD is more far-fetched
than I generally like my comics—okay, so it is
Marvel—but this story more so than the others I’ve read so far.)Of course I appreciate it when DD uses his
hearing (rather than his superpowers) in a way that elevates him beyond all us
normal sighted people, as he does here.Foggy
Nelson is wonderful, as always; Dr Strange makes a flying visit.The best part, however, is the opening to
Issue #33, as it portrays how DD dreams.

I was surprised how much I enjoyed this. The art is actually
very good—I think it’s the primitivism of the coloring (though hats off to
Adrienne Roy, who did ALL the coloring) that really dates it as being of the
early 1990s.(Though some of the
villains’ hair styles don’t help!)

It’s so painful and yet riveting to watch how far Batman can
push himself even though he knows there is no good way for this to end.It’s almost as if he’s on a suicide
mission—if he pushes hard enough, he will have a release, and the responsibility
of protecting Gotham will pass on to someone else because he’ll be dead.The last few pages were just Bane beating up
Batman—you know the outcome, and yet I found myself flipping the pages really
fast.

I didn’t enjoy The
Dark Knight Rises very much (well, I enjoyed the bits with Catwoman and
“Robin”), and I see that the reasons for that are planted in Knightfall: I just don’t get Bane.I know that in the comics he’s this Mexican
wrestler pumped full of venom (which, for reality’s sake, they were right to
dispense with in the Nolan!verse).However, his motivation just doesn’t make much sense.Maybe I’ll be able to deal with it better
when I read Part Two.Also, I thought
they really missed a trick here—Bane is seen without his mask, and he looks
like a normal guy (though with hideously hairy shoulders . . . ugh!).Why not keep him hidden under the mask?That really would have contributed to his
mystique.It was also bizarre to see him
sitting with his feet up watching TV in his hideout with his ridiculous
henchmen.At least the Nolan!verse Bane
did no such thing.

I suppose a variety of circumstances made Bane’s plan in Knightfall—setting free Arkham Asylum’s
prisoners—not appropriate in The Dark
Knight Rises, though I suppose they nodded to it.In Knightfall
it allows for a rogues gallery assault not unlike the one Loeb/Sale come up
with in Batman:The Long Halloween.

I guess perhaps what surprised me most was how much I liked
Tim Drake’s presence as Robin.He was a
nice antidote to all the pain and gloom.

The Hedge Knight – by George R. R. Martin and Ben Avery, art by Mike S.
Miller and Mike Crowell

My first experience with George R. R. Martin.The pencils were impressive, but somehow I
wasn’t blown away by the art (and my God, those panels were crowded and FULL of
text).The story was interesting and I
did want to keep reading, but the female characters were atrocious.I believe it was waaaay toned down as far as
violence, swearing, sex, and nudity were concerned, so I don’t know how true a
portrait of Martin it is.*shrug* What
makes it so much better than all the medieval-esque fantasy already out there?

The Crow – Special Edition -by
James O’Barr

As Clive Barker announces on the back cover, “O’Barr’s
intensity frightens me.”This is an
intense piece of work, The Shadow + the most vengeful moments of Matt Dillon + Labyrinth—the late ‘80s/early ‘90s style
reminded me of the Batman Elseworlds
titles that I both enjoy (Red Rain,
Gotham by Gaslight) and revere (Masque).As luck would have it, O’Barr noted that he
named his character Eric after The
Phantom of the Opera (though his Eric has more in common with the Cockney
Rebel music video than either ALW or the original novel).Still, I find it strangely moving to think
O’Barr identified Erik with the super-human, supernatural, angsty force of the
Crow.The artwork isn’t perfect, but
O’Barr certainly knows how to tell a story via graphic novel.Unlike superhero comics, the sexualization/objectification
is equal opportunities, Eric being in uneasy pin-up form much more often than
angelic Shelly.He’s more Bowie and
Césare from The Cabinet of Dr Caligari; I
can’t always condone the excessiveness of his blood purge—at the very least, it
feels very uncomfortable against the moral example of Batman.I was inspired to watch the movie for the
first time and loved it.

Richard Stark’s Parker:The Hunter
-by Donald Westlake/Darwyn Cooke

This was really disappointing.The art was good, as ever, but the story was
disgustingly misogynistic and not even that interesting.Remind me to steer clear of Richard Stark.

Woman Rebel:The Margaret Sanger
Story – by Peter Bagge

Totally pretentious introduction aside, this was a wonderful
graphic biography; Bagge’s admiration for Sanger, warts and all, comes
through.It’s funny, incredibly
interesting, and very absorbing—also induces shock and anger.Certainly, the lifestyle we take for granted
would not have been possible without Sanger’s tireless efforts.She seemed like quite a character, as
well.Bagge is an enthusiastic and
meticulous storyteller; I loved the fact he devoted the final 12 or so pages to
explaining where he had to fictionalize slightly and provided photographs as
well.

Daredevil:Born Again – by Frank
Miller/David Mazzuchelli

Miller-tropes aside (what’s with the junkie girlfriend?), I
really quite enjoyed this.It’s the same
principle as Knightfall—push
Daredevil to the wall—but with a very different outcome (at least compared to Knightfall part 1).

The art in this was really incredible—I know I go on about
good art quite a lot, but the amazing double-page spreads really lent
themselves to the misty, swirly forms of La Llorona—a superb idea for a villain
and gorgeously—and creepily—portrayed by J.H. Williams.As ever, I’m not privy to all the back story,
especially Kate Kane’s past baggage, but as Rolling
Stone says on the back cover:“In
our world, barriers slowly erode; in superhero stories, they get smashed.”On the whole, I wouldn’t say that’s true, but
they are certainly disregarded in Hydrology,
as Kate Kane is an unashamed lesbian and has a real connection with
Detective Maggie Sawyer (already outed as a lesbian courtesy of Greg
Rucka).